She had just got out of the shower, and was sitting at her computer drying the beads of water off her body when the thoughts came again. She tried to stop them, but somehow they overpowered her. She knew these thoughts were so wrong, and having them went against everything she believed in. She felt guilt, and shame, yet somehow all of this excited her.
They had been talking for a short awhile, and she had grown quite fond of him. They shared similar interests; their thought pattern was the same. She couldn't help but think this was partly the reason for her interest, yet although she didn't even admit it to herself, she knew there was more.
She opened her messenger, and saw that there were some offline messages for her. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for the messages to load, and yes, they were from him. Her heart started beating faster, the guilt was back, but she found herself smiling a soft little smile. She leaned back in her chair, and let her mind wander...
They were at a lake. It was a gorgeous summer night; the moon reflected a bridge over the lake, making everything in its path glow. The bond fire in front of her was warming her legs, making her face glow. There were people all around her, talking, dancing, and drinking. She was slowly sipping her beer, watching everyone, feeling slightly tipsy. She wasn't much of a drinker. Someone was playing a guitar; soft music flowed in the air. Her thoughts on him...
She gets up; deciding to go for a walk, and slowly makes her way out of the clearing toward a path that leads through the hills. Walking slowly, deep in thought, she makes her way up the steep hill. The air is so warm against her skin, the moon shining brightly illuminating everything in its path. She makes her way to the edge of a cliff and sits down, watching the lake below her. It is so peaceful up here, she thought, so quiet. The soft summer breeze was rustling in her hair.
Sitting there, her thoughts return to him. Sudden urgent need mixed with guilt fills her. She knows she's alone, and lets her hand brush against her already moist sex. She can feel the heat of her need through her thin shorts, the dampness. Leaning back she slowly rubs herself, moaning softly. Her need getting more urgent, her hand slipping inside her shorts, she rubs faster. She hears a something, like a branch or twig breaking, and stops. Her breath heavy and uneven, she looks around, but sees no one. She waits awhile, listening, but doesn't hear it again.
Her hand returns to her hot wet sex, slowly rubbing in circles. Her eyes are closed, she moans quietly. Suddenly she knows she's not alone anymore. She can feel his presence. Somehow she knows it's him. Her hand quickly moves to her side...she's fighting to get her breath even. Then she turns her head and sees him standing there, watching her. She feels slightly embarrassed, knowing he had seen more than he should have. She stands up and says "hi".